This is a song about "Left bench"

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Bout time i got my respect

I'm still confused about why you left

Be the little kid crying on the bench

You getting money? better check my french

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

From the bench to the ball

He was being a bully so i left

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

The glare makes me hard to find

All the people you left behind.